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"
I
have
only
to
speak
to
you
about
your
tulip
,
which
,
as
I
well
know
,
is
the
object
uppermost
in
your
mind
.
"
Rosa
pronounced
those
few
words
in
a
freezing
tone
,
which
cut
deeply
into
the
heart
of
Cornelius
.
He
did
not
suspect
what
lay
hidden
under
this
appearance
of
indifference
with
which
the
poor
girl
affected
to
speak
of
her
rival
,
the
black
tulip
.
"
Oh
!
"
muttered
Cornelius
,
"
again
!
again
!
Have
I
not
told
you
,
Rosa
,
that
I
thought
but
of
you
?
that
it
was
you
alone
whom
I
regretted
,
you
whom
I
missed
,
you
whose
absence
I
felt
more
than
the
loss
of
liberty
and
of
life
itself
?
"
Rosa
smiled
with
a
melancholy
air
.
"
Ah
!
"
she
said
,
"
your
tulip
has
been
in
such
danger
.
"
Cornelius
trembled
involuntarily
,
and
showed
himself
clearly
to
be
caught
in
the
trap
,
if
ever
the
remark
was
meant
as
such
.
"
Danger
!
"
he
cried
,
quite
alarmed
;
"
what
danger
?
"
Rosa
looked
at
him
with
gentle
compassion
;
she
felt
that
what
she
wished
was
beyond
the
power
of
this
man
,
and
that
he
must
be
taken
as
he
was
,
with
his
little
foible
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
have
guessed
the
truth
;
that
suitor
and
amorous
swain
,
Jacob
,
did
not
come
on
my
account
.
"
